"Awww, did little Clammy get mad? Or was that just a muscle spasm?" NOS cackled. He then set to wrok gnawing on the Graid's arm, but found it difficult to break the armor. "At least your armor is semi-tasty," he said, leaping away and hanging from the ceiling. "Come on Clammy, too chicken to fight a true predator?"

Kylx sighed. As much as he would like to see one of his students get eaten, his career wouldn't be able to handle another inquiry like that. Reaching into his desk, he pulled out a small disk shaped object. Pushin a button on the edge, there was a bright flash. A tiny sun formed from hydrogen in the air. As it came into being, the lights flickered and a sharp Electro-magnetic spike was sent out. Kylx couldn't feel it, but no doubt the Tropian could.

"GRAAH!" NOS squeled, falling to floor in a heap of fingers. "What is this? Seismic activity?" He shakily got to his feet, but wandered around the room aimlessly, often stumbling and bumping into things. His other senses were overridden with the sudden flood of sensory feedback, and this new magnetic feild destroyed his internal compass.

"Make it stop!" NOS collapsed and flailed wildly, totally unsure of whether he was in the same galaxy anymore. If he had predictated that little stunt would be pulled, he could have turned off that sense. "I'll feast on your innards for this, Clammy! I'll shove your little machine into your mouth, and tear out those fancy blades of yours..." NOS shouted, insults lining up in his throat, preparing to be yelled.